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  <dc:title>To William Laing from Aberdeen</dc:title>
  <dc:description>James Hay Beattie worse every day. Cannot now go upstairs. Last night thought he would die, but slept well, and pulse under 100, though Wilson says usually 130. Voice very weak. On laudanum at night. Almost confined to bed, but only lies in one posture and has some excoriations. He wants to see Laing. A few days ago burned a parcel of papers , but Beattie would be sorry to destroy many. Beattie today began course of prelections with discourse by James Hay Beattie on piety, value of time, uncertainty of life. Beattie was moved. </dc:description>
  <dc:date>12 November 1790</dc:date>
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